The omegas assistant, p.1
The Omega's Assistant, page 1
Bella has worked for an omega for months, but when her heat strikes, he brings her what she needs. Alphas.
Bella has been seeking stable employment and is surprised to find that dealing with the needy and attention-seeking omegas is right up her alley. They thrive under her care.
She works for a perfumer and model named Ulric for six months when a casual encounter with an alpha sets off a chain of events that ends up with her employer calling for an alpha to help her with her heat. That is fine until he calls another who recognizes the barely visible mark on her back, and then things get out of hand.
She gets a fiancé, an omega, and another alpha in a matter of days while her fiancé’s own assistant arranges things without a hair falling out of place. Bella also gets a friend in that other assistant, and with one generous offering from her boss, the assistant gets the ingredients for a life and a future that she would never have seen coming.
The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
The Omega’s Assistant
Copyright © 2023 by Viola Grace
ISBN: 978-1-990635-21-2
©Cover art by Angela Waters
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The Omega’s Assistant
Betas in Waiting Book 8
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
Bella sat with her hands in her lap. “Yes, I have organizational skills. No, I don’t mind organizing your social life. Yes, I could move in if necessary. Yes, I would hand over fashion control so you can make me as unobtrusive as possible.”
Ulric sat and tapped his beringed finger on the arm of his chair. His multiple piercings gleamed. His ears each sported eight or so hoops, his nose was pierced, and one eyebrow had a discrete bar. The gold all stood out against his rich bronze skin and matched the thick waves of golden hair. He cocked his head. “And the last?”
“Oh, yes. I can give a neck or shoulder rub when needed.” She smiled. This wasn’t going to turn out in her favour. Ulric’s last three assistants had all been male, but the agency had grabbed her résumé and called her.
Ulric smirked. “So, do you think you can manage to be around me while I am in heat? I have been told I am a little wild.”
Bella sat up. “Well, you have stated your preference is for men, and despite your libido being active, I need only summon one of your companions for the heat.” She cocked her head. “I am guessing you have a list of trusted lovers who can assist you?”
He smiled slowly. “I do. You would really call them for me?”
Bella blinked. “Of course. Being your assistant would mean assisting you in all aspects of your life.”
He took a deep breath, and the necklaces shivered. He was wearing a silk wrap skirt and nothing else but jewellery.
She kept her expression polite but impassive.
He nodded. “Thank you. I will inform the agency as to my decision. You will definitely have to upgrade your wardrobe. We will take it out of your pay over a few months.”
She frowned. “Will room and board be deducted as well?”
He shrugged. “It could be.”
“Well then, given your taste, I will end up owing you money at the end of each fiscal year. Thank you for the interview, but I don’t consider my work to be for financial benefit to my employer.”
Ulric paused. “I don’t understand. This has worked out for my other employees.”
“They aren’t female. My fashions are more expensive. My upkeep is slightly more, and my shoes are exorbitant. I would start owing you the moment I started working, which defeats the purpose of working for you. Fashion isn’t something I have more than a passing interest in.”
“That much is obvious.”
“So amassing a wardrobe that would become useless the moment I ceased being in your employ would be idiotic in the extreme.”
He cocked his head. “Are you rejecting my offer of employment?”
“I am rejecting your offer of indentured servitude. Since sex doesn’t really hold much allure for me, there are no perks that this job offers. So, thank you for your consideration, and I am sure that any of the other candidates will be a better... fit.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
She rose to her feet and headed to the door. Her car was where she had left it, and as she slid behind the wheel, she cursed her ego and her sensibilities for getting in the way of a cushy job that could introduce her to all kinds of people.
Knock knock.
She jumped and saw Ulric leaning against her car.
“So, Bella Miller. You don’t want to have sex with me?”
“No. It isn’t in my job description, so no. I am here to work, not flirt.”
“First three months, all expenses paid in addition to your wage. You will need to be on call and in attendance when I am at events in town. I also ask that you get one facial piercing.”
“Why?”
“I use bio trackers for my employees for security. You don’t even have pierced ears, so I am asking for one piercing to put a tracker in.”
“Fine, but the moment I am no longer employed by you, it comes out.”
He smiled. “Done. We will do that as soon as you sign the contract with the agency. It is standard in the contracts that I have.”
“Fine. Anything else?”
“Come inside, and I will give you a tour and introduce you to the other staff. Cook, housekeeper, security, gardener, yes, I have fucked them all.”
Bella sighed and got out of her car. “That is a club I have no interest in.”
“You should. They are the first line of defense when I go into heat.”
“Ah. Right. I guess it would be convenient to have them here when it happens.”
“It is. It buys me time. I usually go through four lovers during a heat.”
“I am guessing by these references that your heat is coming up soon?”
“In about ten days. I need you settled in and familiar with my needs by then. I will give you access to all of my records so that you can begin to understand what I like and how I like it.”
Bella nodded. “Please. Any information is useful.”
She followed him and was introduced to the staff. She got a thumb drive with the information he had mentioned, and then the agency called and let her know that the contract was ready to go over.
Ulric had already shown her her room. “So, just bring your stuff here and put the rest in storage. I will get you a new phone and would like you to use it exclusively. You can lock yours up in my safe.”
“Security issues?”
“Yeah. Your phone will cycle through a private server. You will be privy to secure information, so your device will be scanned regularly.”
“Right. Is there an NDA?”
“Of course. It is part of your contract.”
Bella nodded. “Right. Okay, I will be on my way then. When would you like me to start?”
He smiled slowly. “Tonight?”
“I don’t think I could pack that soon.”
He shrugged. “Bring what you need for a few days and then make arrangements for someone to pack your things. Oh, and if you bring a laptop, it will be gone over as well.”
“Right. Of course. Well, sir, thank you for the tour.”
He snickered. “Call me Ulric.”
“Mr. Yorington.”
He winced. “Right. Sir if you must.”
She nodded and headed for the door. He lazily paced with her. He extended his hand to her. “Shake my hand, Bella.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Just do it.”
She sighed and shook his hand. His skin was so soft that she wanted to rub his hand over her body. She twisted her lips and let him go. “Why did I need to do that?”
“Does it make you want me?”
She blinked and laughed. “No, but I thought it would feel nice giving me a neck rub on a stressy day.”
He looked stunned.
“Good afternoon, sir. Are you sure you want me back tonight?”
He blinked. “Uh, yes. Please.”
She nodded, headed back to her car, closed the window, and started her wheezy little vehicle to drive back to the city. It appeared that she had a job.
“Bella, come in the hot tub with me.” Ulric smiled and looked up at her.
“No. You need to be on the set for that video tomorrow morning. Are you going to get to bed on time?” Bella was tense as she stood with her short business skirt showing far more leg than she was really comfortable with, but in her contract, it was stipulated that he could dress her as he liked.
“I promise if you get in the hot tub with me.”
“I don’t have a suit.”
He paused. “We didn’t get you one?”
“It hasn’t come up.”
“Strip and come in anyway.”
“No. Now, are you going to go to bed on time, sir?”
He huffed. “Spoilsport.” Naked and dripping, he got out of the water. She handed him a towel.
“That is what it says on my coffee mug.”
He grinned. “That was a great birthday present.”
“Yes, sir. Very droll.”
Ulric chuckled. “Well, you owe me a neck rub.”
“Very well. Come inside and have a seat.”
She led the way and was going to settle in the living room, but he shook his head. “My bedroom.”
Bella huffed and wrinkled her nose, feeling the tiny stud move when she did it.
He flopped onto his bed, so she sighed, kicked off her shoes, and grabbed the lotion. She straddled his back, lubed up her hands, and went to work on his shoulders. Backrubs were in the job description.
He groaned, moaned, and grunted as she worked him over until all bits of tension were gone. She patted his back and dismounted. “Now, be good and go to bed.”
He chuckled. “It would be more fun if there was someone here with me.”
“Shall I call one of your regulars?” She looked up at him from her glowing phone screen.
He frowned. “No. I’m fine.” He sat up on the edge of his bed. “Thanks for the rubdown.”
She nodded. “All part of the service.”
Bella headed to her bedroom down the hall and set her phone on the charger before taking her clothes off with shaking hands. She pulled on an oversized men’s tee shirt and crawled into bed after confirming her alarm for the next day. She would kill for a day off. Ulric was a handful and a half. She hadn’t had a day off in over five months. She was exhausted.
She stood behind Ulric as he spoke with the director who would be running the perfume commercial. The director kept flicking glances at her, and when she saw his partner, she understood. The other omega was appreciative of females.
“Miss... Bella, was it?” Ford got her attention.
“Yes, sir?” She looked at him with polite attention.
“One of our models is home sick. You would fit her costume. Can you dance?”
“Uh, basic ballroom.”
“We can work with that. Head to wardrobe, and tell them you need Needa’s outfit and makeup.”
She looked to Ulric. “Are you good with me gone?”
“I am. Go ahead, have some fun.” He waved her off with his fingers gleaming.
She shrugged and went to wardrobe. At least this was different from pampering Ulric. She might be able to catch some sleep in the chair.
Bella blinked as an alpha stuck his head into the makeup trailer. “Miss Bella?”
She spoke softly. “That’s me.”
His eyes focused on her and trailed from head to toe. “Excellent. You definitely look the part. Abby, is she nearly finished?”
“Rushing this work of art? Yeah, she’s done.”
The little paper tissues were pulled away, and she got to her feet.
The alpha held his hand out. “Hello, Bella. I am Rick, and you will be dominating me today.”
She blushed. “Oh, boy.”
He laughed. “I am also the choreographer, so we can quickly go over what we need from you, and then Ulric will take my place, and you will do it again. Then we film it.”
She swallowed. “Right.” She closed her eyes for a moment.
“Praying?”
“Calculating my hourly wage.”
He laughed and held her hand in his with a very ren-faire grip. Impressive considering that she was dressed as a dominatrix with five-inch heels. Her back tattoo was just a shine under her skin. The corset covered most of it.
She squeaked as she walked. She muttered, “The noises are embarrassing.”
Rick laughed. “Just imagine if you had to wear it for a living.”
She made a face, and they walked to a space where none of the dancers were flipping around.
“Now, I want you to guide me to my knees with the whip.”
“Like what? Hit you behind the knees?”
He smiled. “Wrap the whip around my neck and tug me down.”
“Don’t say tug.”
He laughed.
They tried a few methods that all involved her pacing around him like a panther before she struck. The soft soundtrack let her pace slowly and move leisurely, folding the whip and stroking it down Rick’s neck and chest. She finished the move by putting her deadly boot against his chest and pushing him backward. He went over obligingly.
He looked up at her from the ground when she put her boot on his chest again. “You are taking to this.”
She blushed and stepped back. “Where should I have stopped?”
“No, you did it just right. Ford can edit around anything he doesn’t want. Better too much footage than not enough.”
She helped pull him to his feet, but her heels were wobbly, and she fell toward him. He caught her, and she blushed. “Sorry.”
“So, you will flirt with alphas but not me?” Ulric’s voice was irritated.
She closed her eyes behind her mask and stepped away from Rick. He let her go reluctantly.
She faced Ulric and was eye-to-eye with him. “I wasn’t flirting unless falling is foreplay. These heels are fucking high, sir.”
Bella looked to the very amused Ford. “I am sure that the video will be fine without my contribution. Right, Mr. Rassmussen?”
He cocked his head. “I think that we need your segment, I am afraid.”
“Well, then, it can be reshot when the proper model is available. The cost difference will only be one hundred and twenty-six thousand dollars.”
Ulric blinked. “Right. You know the costs. Fine. We will shoot this fucking thing.”
Rick nodded. “Did you want to run through it?”
Ulric frowned. “No, I think I can manage it. I watched fairly closely.”
Ford chuckled. “He really did.”
Bella shrugged and curled up her whip. “Ready when you are.”
It took a few minutes to get Ulric’s wardrobe set, but since it was similar to what he wore at home, she just had to trail the whip across his chest and back, but then she surprised him. She looped the whip around his neck from behind, pressed on the back of his knee with her heel, and he went down with a thud. He was surprised when she came around, trailing her whip down his chest, and when she put her foot against his chest, he gripped her ankle, but she pushed, and he went over. She set her foot on him, loosened the whip and cracked it sharply.
Ford called a cut, and she helped Ulric to his feet.
Ford grinned. “Can we do one more? I need to bring the cameras in for close shots.”
Ulric nodded. “We can. No problem.”
“Says you. But fine. You have other shots today. Let’s get this over with.” Bella nodded.
They waited while the cameras were set up, and she was ice cold by the time they got the shots they wanted.
When Ford called cut, she looked at him. “Are we good?”
He nodded. “We are good.”
She nodded and took long strides back to wardrobe. Time to get back into her normal uncomfortable clothing.
She was still ice cold when she returned to the shoot. No one noticed her against the grey backdrop. She checked her phone and occasionally glanced up as Ulric went through wardrobe changes and different partners. The men’s perfume was his most recent fragrance, and it was being advertised to appeal to women of all types.
Ford waved at her between takes, and she stiffened up as he approached her. “So, Bella, how long have you been working with Ulric?”
“It will be six months next week.” She smiled.
“You have seen him through a heat?”
“I called some of his lovers, and they managed it.”
Ford cocked his head. “I see. You didn’t participate?”
“No. He prefers men.”
“He prefers sex. He isn’t particular about who he gets it from.”
Bella swayed. “Yes, he is. He said so. There are no records of a female lover going back six years.”
Ford frowned. “Bella, do you wear any of Ulric’s perfumes?”
“No. That would interfere with testing new scents.” She swayed again.
A huge alpha with dark red hair walked up to Ford, and Bella started shaking. She murmured, “Please, excuse me.”
